Daddy, make a picture

Yesterday J and I went to Scranton to visit my Grandmother who’s been undergoing treatment for cancer.

On the way out there we stopped for breakfast at a truck stop. I mean where else would you stop on the highway with a three year old boy? Burger King?

So we’re finishing up our breakfast and the waitress drops off the check. She looks at J and asks me “how does he like riding in the cab?”

I say “huh”

She says “the truck? oh… I thought you were a trucker.”

For one brief moment I thought I was a god in the eyes of my son…..